“月落乌啼霜满天,江枫渔火对愁眠。姑苏城外寒山寺,夜半钟声到客船。”孩子们闭着眼睛,摇头晃脑背诵着古诗。突然,教室后面的角落里出现了小小的骚动,打破了这晨读曲的和谐韵律。“李国柱,起立!”应声站起来一个挠着脑袋的瘦男孩。“为什么不好好背?”“老师,不是我,是他!”李国柱涨红了脸申辩着,还用手指着坐在旁边的一个胖小子。“老师,”胖小子也站起来,“我就问他钟声是啥动静,他说跟放炮似的。”“哄”地一下,教室里爆发出一阵笑声。 “Moonlight Wuti frost, Jiang Feng Yuhuo on the sad sleep. Gushan outside the Hanshan Temple, midnight bells to the passenger ship. ” Children closed their eyes, shaking his head and brain recite the ancient poetry. Suddenly there was a small commotion in the corner behind the classroom, breaking the harmony rhythm of this morning reading. “Li Guozhu, stand up! ” Stand up a scratched thin boy. “” “Teacher, not me, is him!” Li Guozhu flushed and pleaded with his finger while sitting next to a fat kid. “The teacher, ” Fat Boy also stand up, “I asked him what is the sound of the bell, he said with the gun-like. ” “Coax ” about, burst into laughter in the classroom.